[or more reasons I want to slap you right across your pretty face]
upon wakening
my brain informed my arm to
tell my hand
to pick up a pen and
tell of your voice
the first time
i hear your particular vibrations
your sound waves
your signals
over the air
i almost drove off the side of the road
...now i have to close my eyes
and hold my breath
trying to hear a silent memory
stored in a recess of my mind
your voice has a musical quality
a warm tone
that i miss
this brings me to your perfect, hateful lips
(really, i could do without all of this nonsense)
this very moment my heart is pounding
right out of my chest
my jaw clenched
my eyes glaring stubbornly into blank space
just because i thought about your lips.
the perfect lines
the feel of them pressed against mine
first so soft, like nothing i have felt before
so light and glorious time stands still
there is nothing but happiness
until there is also heat
and time quickens
while kisses slow
contain more pressure
more need
and nothing exists
but you and your lips.
i want to slap you
for informing me of your jogging habit
my imagination is quite active
and the last possible thing i need
*is the sun...
glinting on your hair*
on your stupid muscles
i mean, seriously?
i've almost run down 18 men
that look nothing like you
because of this insanity
that has saturated my brain
my nerves
my emotions
my instincts
never in my life
have i been slammed
with such desire
knowing exactly
how to end this madness
but forced to remain still.
regulating breath.
letting words flow
trying to calm the mind.
but my body wants to m o v e .
my heart wants to explode
my breath wants to quicken...
my voice wants to escape...
my nails want to claw...
my teeth want to bite...
release me from this madness...
i just want to get through one ******* day
one godforsaken lonely night
without this ridiculous longing
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
[or more reasons I want to slap you right across your pretty face]
upon wakening
my brain informed my arm to
tell my hand
to pick up a pen and
tell of your voice
the first time
i hear your particular vibrations
your sound waves
your signals
over the air
i almost drove off the side of the road
...now i have to close my eyes
and hold my breath
trying to hear a silent memory
stored in a recess of my mind
your voice has a musical quality
a warm tone
that i miss
this brings me to your perfect, hateful lips
(really, i could do without all of this nonsense)
this very moment my heart is pounding
right out of my chest
my jaw clenched
my eyes glaring stubbornly into blank space
just because i thought about your lips.
the perfect lines
the feel of them pressed against mine
first so soft, like nothing i have felt before
so light and glorious time stands still
there is nothing but happiness
until there is also heat
and time quickens
while kisses slow
contain more pressure
more need
and nothing exists
but you and your lips.
i want to slap you
for informing me of your jogging habit
my imagination is quite active
and the last possible thing i need
*is the sun...
glinting on your hair*
on your stupid muscles
i mean, seriously?
i've almost run down 18 men
that look nothing like you
because of this insanity
that has saturated my brain
my nerves
my emotions
my instincts
never in my life
have i been slammed
with such desire
knowing exactly
how to end this madness
but forced to remain still.
regulating breath.
letting words flow
trying to calm the mind.
but my body wants to m o v e .
my heart wants to explode
my breath wants to quicken...
my voice wants to escape...
my nails want to claw...
my teeth want to bite...
release me from this madness...
i just want to get through one ******* day
one godforsaken lonely night
without this ridiculous longing
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